O Mighty One

Why must disobedience always prevail in our present days of perfection and self-greed? Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell, admire creation and discard false creed? O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments: when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul, when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall! Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing, can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long; can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king? Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light? Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ, everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short: I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!